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'Twas Largy fair, each lad and lass,
With blythesome hearts were dancing,
We sat us down upon the grass,
With brimful glasses glancing,
Then love and drink, my soul beguil'd,
With flattering words she courted,
Ah! witching maid! she only smil'd,
And with my passion sported.
With blythesome hearts were dancing,
We sat us down upon the grass,
With brimful glasses glancing,
Then love and drink, my soul beguil'd,
With flattering words she courted,
Ah! witching maid! she only smil'd,
And with my passion sported.
Ye shepherds gay, on Largy rocks,
Who oft delight to view her,
O! tell me where she tends her flocks,
For I'm resolv'd to woo her.
I'll haunt her close, both night and morn,
If she persist to shun me,
I'll seek some cave, and there, forlorn,
I'll sing how she's undone me.
Who oft delight to view her,
O! tell me where she tends her flocks,
For I'm resolv'd to woo her.
I'll haunt her close, both night and morn,
If she persist to shun me,
I'll seek some cave, and there, forlorn,
I'll sing how she's undone me.
The Lass of Cartside.
Tune.—I lo'ed neer a Lassie but ane.
Where Cart gently glides through the vale,
And nature, in beauty array'd,
Perfumes the soft, whispering gale,
That wantons in every green shade,
From pride and from varsity free,
The fairest of fair ones doth bide,
No beauty so charming as she,
The lovely sweet lass of Cartside.
And nature, in beauty array'd,
Perfumes the soft, whispering gale,
That wantons in every green shade,
From pride and from varsity free,
The fairest of fair ones doth bide,
No beauty so charming as she,
The lovely sweet lass of Cartside.
